I have always been fascinated with the life and death of stars. The mind-bending size of them, and the length of time it takes for their light to reach us. That, in spite of their size and grandeur, they’re finite, like the rest of us.
“Portals” was the second work I made after I’d returned to Italy. I’d finished it on the anniversary of my grandmother’s death in June, and that evening a moth flew in through the window and landed on the portal
So now I’m back on deck here, I’ll begin with the first work I created when I returned to Italy.Creating this was the poetry of freedom, when I had run … Continue reading
I completed “Le Betulle” in early April this year but it has taken until this week to dry completely…yellow pigment in everything from oil, ink and polymer clay is a … Continue reading
It’s already been 8 months since the printmaking workshop at Il Bisonte – which means only another 4 till the next – hurrah! And I don’t think I ever posted … Continue reading
Disinflection revisited. November 2011. And suddenly, we had come to the last edition. We were both happy to have mostly made the deadlines, with only a few technical hiccups. We … Continue reading
Disinflection revisited. Emma sent me her beloved printing press for the studio – already her imagination sewn onto the lining of another country; removing all not needed for self-imposed exiled. … Continue reading
Disinflection revisited. Emma was in Melbourne working government contracts, sculpting policies; her partner was in India, filling her dreams with travel I attended the writing workshop where I first laid … Continue reading